Prologue
Adam’s Manifesto
When a society loses faith in its justice system, when the laws of the land are corrupt and only serve to feed the greed of those with money and power, the forgotten masses will eventually rise up and fight back. Those with nothing–who feel like nothing–have nothing to lose. The way I see it, everything has to matter, or nothing matters. And when nothing matters, that’s when vigilantes like us step up.
They call us the soldiers of anarchy. Soldiers, because we will fight for what we believe in. And anarchy, because we don’t give a flying fuck who we have to destroy to do it.
Life hasn’t been kind to us, and we’ve learnt to adapt to our environment. In our urban jungle, we are the lions, the undisputed kings. We hunt in a pack, and we take no prisoners… well, not for long, anyway. We’re under no illusions about the shit that goes on that others choose to ignore. The filth that lives amongst us. But unlike the rest of the community here in our town of Brinton Manor, the absent police force included, we don’t bury our heads.
We stand up.
We call it out.
We are the justice that needs to be served.
A wise man once told me that we all have choices in life, and with those choices come consequences; always choose your path carefully. I liked that saying. It’s one that I’ve lived by, especially when it comes to our brutal but totally justified game of consequences with the unwilling participants we target in this fucked-up world. It’s our chance to get back control of the streets. Payback for every wrong that needs to be addressed.
What does the game of consequences involve?
It’s a game we started many years ago, when we all met as delinquent youths in the pupil referral unit they stuck us in to keep us away from the system that failed us. Away from the innocent, mind-controlled sheep they wanted to protect from our ugly truths. Those perfect little citizens that’d pay their taxes and smile as they got royally fucked by the powers that be. It’s a game that we initiate with those elements of society that need to be taken out. The filth that no one wants to acknowledge, that often goes undetected and is allowed to fester below the surface of society, bubbling away unnoticed, not talked about until it slides into your life and destroys everything it touches. Only then do they seek us out, because we aren’t afraid of getting our hands dirty. We aren’t afraid of fighting for true justice.
Our ‘challengers’ are given tasks to complete for us, and if they do it to our satisfaction, they get rewarded. Fail, and we make damn sure they never have a chance to let us down again.
We like toying with our prey, but at the end of the day, we will stop at nothing to do what needs to be done.
We will fight for those that can’t.
We will strike fear into anyone who oversteps the mark.
We are the soldiers of anarchy.
The voice of a forgotten generation.
We will be heard.
And you will fucking listen.